<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650</id><updated>2011-10-07T08:43:54.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitchhiking to Earth</title><subtitle type='html'>Looking at the world from outside</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-2463020992471890175</id><published>2011-03-31T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:27:30.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror mirror in a babies hand</title><summary type='text'>Neurons are nothing more than messengers taking information from one place to another, and neurotransmitters nothing more than a means of transferring this information between neurons. We can expand this, if we accept the fact that we are interconnected with our surroundings. A pheromone is a neurotransmitter that can travel vast distances to communicate with another neuron that follows a pathway</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/2463020992471890175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=2463020992471890175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/2463020992471890175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/2463020992471890175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2011/03/mirror-mirror-in-baby-hand.html' title='Mirror mirror in a babies hand'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-8360228280964210070</id><published>2011-01-16T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T06:42:47.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>educate the world</title><summary type='text'>You can not sell a man a fridge unless he needs it. If you can make him understand why he needs it then it is possible. To make him understand why he needs it you can educate him. You can not sell a man an education unless he needs it. If you can make him understand why he needs it then it is possible. To make him understand why he needs it you can educate him... You can not sell a man a fridge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/8360228280964210070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=8360228280964210070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/8360228280964210070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/8360228280964210070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2011/01/educate-world.html' title='educate the world'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-7527883134808561337</id><published>2010-05-30T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:28:03.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of Jefferson Tidal Basin</title><summary type='text'>Memorial day on the MallA great capital. A great loss. A great pity. A great Nation.In all my travels I have not viewed such magnificence achieved in such a short period of time! But these are through the eyes of technology, architecture and engineering. I see the dream, I believe in it - it does exist, but that is not the dream of one and all. With such wisdom exists great power, but the power </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/7527883134808561337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=7527883134808561337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/7527883134808561337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/7527883134808561337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2010/05/reflections-of-jefferson-tidal-basin.html' title='Reflections of Jefferson Tidal Basin'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-4095049504634385490</id><published>2010-05-25T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:39:46.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found</title><summary type='text'>The mood the blues the pretty faces.My heart goes thud that the double bass plummets the notes to the tap of the drum. Each beat a vibration that resonates to the jazz that is life. Those dreams of melody that take you from the slows to the highs, where my heart and mind are on different journeys both trying to find the soul. Yet the noise and the chaos of the chairs tearing the floor, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/4095049504634385490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=4095049504634385490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/4095049504634385490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/4095049504634385490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and found'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-7505502824162793669</id><published>2009-12-08T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:38:13.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Town, the teenager people don't like</title><summary type='text'>  As a capetonian I am proud of being a teenager. Hell these are the best years of my life! Creativity, conflict the challenges dealing with hormones, fighting with authority. The teenage child who keeps their parents on their toes, still asking the important questions - not how much money can I make - pushing the limits, doing things different. The sort of things that old uncle Joburg seems to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/7505502824162793669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=7505502824162793669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/7505502824162793669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/7505502824162793669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2009/12/cape-town-teenager-people-dont-like.html' title='Cape Town, the teenager people don&apos;t like'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-4946224546485973970</id><published>2008-12-22T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:26:59.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Bread</title><summary type='text'>The fresh milk, or rather the pasteurized, not the half boiled ultra high stuff, the simple stuff one step away from the pure stuff, you know the white stuff you first tasted, or at least a calf tasted, that stuff. The thing which can trigger the hypo center of emotions to trigger the hyper center of pleasure. Most pleasurable and body temperature, somehow it evolved to be pleasurable cooled. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/4946224546485973970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=4946224546485973970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/4946224546485973970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/4946224546485973970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2008/12/sour-bread.html' title='Sour Bread'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-1760933654889101084</id><published>2008-12-18T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:58:14.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My chair</title><summary type='text'>The chair that I sit in swivels 360º, its height is adjustable to various lengths of ergonomical comfort, it leans back with just the right resistance and it rocks a little more off axis by a few degrees. The first few features created by the principles driving the progress of man from the first time a wheel rolled. The idea of how to improve life, driven by laziness, the idea to make life easier</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/1760933654889101084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=1760933654889101084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/1760933654889101084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/1760933654889101084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-chair.html' title='My chair'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-1583886285514115420</id><published>2008-05-10T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:40:57.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the truth</title><summary type='text'>I like writting my options on Wikipedia, starting an argument, and then telling people to check their facts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/1583886285514115420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=1583886285514115420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/1583886285514115420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/1583886285514115420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-truth.html' title='I am the truth'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-294202351456205210</id><published>2008-02-24T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T08:30:45.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to test a weapon part 2 Anti-satellite tecnology</title><summary type='text'>Create a dilemma,Install Panic,Send Missile,Solve Problem.Dilemma... Their is a Satellite with toxic fuel that would enter the atmosphere and burn up on re-entry, but before it burns up the people on the ground would breath it in. How can we prevent this?This toxic fuel is hydrazine, and 1 human is know to have died from it!Send missile and test military technology while we at it.Solved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/294202351456205210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=294202351456205210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/294202351456205210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/294202351456205210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-test-weapon-part-2-anti.html' title='How to test a weapon part 2 Anti-satellite tecnology'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-356249415532231070</id><published>2007-10-15T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:05:59.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Engineering Where You Need It Most</title><summary type='text'>Coming soon... as soon as I figure out where it is needed!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/356249415532231070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=356249415532231070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/356249415532231070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/356249415532231070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2007/10/human-engineering-where-you-need-it.html' title='Human Engineering Where You Need It Most'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-5027081979406094068</id><published>2007-09-19T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:18:31.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New in town?</title><summary type='text'>(This one is an excerpt from a story back when I was living in Germany)Just to add another Bahn to the story, I proceeded to test Newtons laws on the conservation of momentum on the strassen Bahn on my way to work... this is how you do it: 1) apply minimum friction surface to body's support (ie put on a pair of Roller blades with well lubricated bearings). 2) Place body at stern of vehicle (get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/5027081979406094068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=5027081979406094068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/5027081979406094068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/5027081979406094068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-in-town.html' title='New in town?'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-5223852820357438499</id><published>2007-09-01T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:51:15.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very short story of the spider and the fly.</title><summary type='text'>Late in the evenings when the creatures from the dark head out to do their business, is about the same time when man needs to relive his bladder of fluids. Once this important process of concentrating on the toilet bowel for marking your territory in that 30 cm circle is completed, so the wrath of the female of the species is avoided. The critical and potentially highly painful process, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/5223852820357438499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=5223852820357438499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/5223852820357438499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/5223852820357438499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-short-story-of-spider-and-fly.html' title='A very short story of the spider and the fly.'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-483567132731741117</id><published>2007-08-26T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T18:38:24.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots syncretism</title><summary type='text'>Before the idiosyncrasies of this city become the normality in my mind, i need to make a few notes and  observations.A rather interesting festival happens in summer. people eat outside. But it get worse, they eat on the street. Not that they have to, they choose to! they close the street off, perhaps invite some live music, or their HiFi, bring out some tables and have dinner with their neighbors</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/483567132731741117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=483567132731741117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/483567132731741117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/483567132731741117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2007/08/idiots-syncretism.html' title='idiots syncretism'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-370160183157922676</id><published>2007-08-24T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:13:55.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the scales of Media</title><summary type='text'>I am sitting in front of the media machine and blown away by the 35000000 house on the market with showing me everything i should desire. But then I am also blown away on how on the same channel the very next show is how the homeless and destitute live in the same country. Is this balanced media imposed from above, or is it conscious choice from those in charge. I wonder if I am the only one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/370160183157922676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=370160183157922676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/370160183157922676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/370160183157922676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2007/08/scales-of-media.html' title='the scales of Media'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-6230503250264496512</id><published>2007-08-23T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:02:25.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida Loca</title><summary type='text'>How would you say it 'vivir la vida loca' or 'la dolce vida'. Or does madness make every thing taste sweet. I suppose it takes a certain amout of madness to always look on the bright side. So let me tell you a bit about how sunny things are and then not consider the rest.The journey ended at the airport in Athens, a modern airport for a modern Olympic city. At 3am the play ground of the modern </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/6230503250264496512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=6230503250264496512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/6230503250264496512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/6230503250264496512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2007/08/la-vida-loca.html' title='La vida Loca'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-9109387190258615775</id><published>2007-08-17T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:13:55.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to by pass a nuclear test ban</title><summary type='text'>Take a nation that has signed the nuclear test ban treaty, but which wishes to develop new nuclear weapons. Hypothetically let call them the (US)A.Take a nation which has not agreed to any convention on nuclear weapon, lets call them I(ndia).Take an allied nation to A, lets call them (australi)A.Allow nation A to supply nation I with with technology, which disagree with policy of nation A for all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/9109387190258615775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=9109387190258615775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/9109387190258615775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/9109387190258615775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-by-pass-nuclear-test-ban.html' title='How to by pass a nuclear test ban'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-558037439372129014</id><published>2007-08-17T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T12:13:08.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wh-Atatürk</title><summary type='text'>I sit here on this hand made wooden chair, one of 16 around me, each with its own unique similarity. Four for four glass top tables. Breakfast is about to be served. I find it strange that each has a chess boards looking through? The same space is spotted with potted olive trees geraniums (Pelargonium ??), ribs of coral decorations. Tiles from Arabic shrines with white on blue with turquoise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/558037439372129014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487359313648602650&amp;postID=558037439372129014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/558037439372129014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487359313648602650/posts/default/558037439372129014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitchiking2earth.blogspot.com/2007/08/wh-atatrk.html' title='wh-Atatürk'/><author><name>Ursa Major</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487359313648602650.post-5882724316198285978</id><published>2007-08-16T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:02:01.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonobos and Chimpanzees</title><summary type='text'>A rather interesting thing happened on the 27th of July. Nothing unusual for me, I slept under the stars. The interesting part that the table I left to go sleep on the pool bench (it was about 30 in the heat wave at 1am) contained someone who I spend the greater part of my childhood with, although already at this stage the greater part was minimised. 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